Semua Bab Wild Nights With My Lycan Step-brother : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Zane's POV The morning came like a punishment. Cold. Heavy. The scent of roses and ashes clung to the air — her scent. Ember’s. But threaded through it was something else. Wrong. Like burnt metal and grave soil. I lay there, eyes open, staring at the ceiling until the weight in my chest got too sharp to ignore. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her — standing beside Magnus at the ball, her hand in his, her smile fixed like a mask that didn’t reach her eyes. My wolf had been restless ever since, pacing and snarling inside me, begging to tear something apart. I told myself it was control I was fighting for. But deep down, I knew I was breaking.When I finally left my room, the corridors were alive again with the hum of the court — guards, servants, the usual whispers. I stayed silent, moving through them like a shadow. I couldn’t take my eyes off the balcony where she stood. Ember. Draped in pale gold, her hair cascading like fire down her back. She

Ember's (possessed by the witch) POVThe red light spilled through the window like liquid fire, bathing the walls in a burning hue. I stood before the mirror, the reflection flickering between Ember’s soft, tear-stained face and my own — sharp, cold, wickedly beautiful. The mark on my chest pulsed in rhythm with the moon outside. Alive. Breathing. Hungry. I felt it in every vein, every bone. The Blood Moon had finally risen.“It’s time,” I whispered.Deep within, her voice trembled, weak and broken. Please… stop…A laugh slipped from my lips. “You’re still watching? Good. You’ll want to see this.”The candles trembled, their flames rising taller, in perfect sync with my heartbeat. Power coiled around me like silk, humming, ready. Outside, wolves began to howl, confused by the crimson light bleeding over the forest. Their cries echoed through the halls — fear, worship, awe. I stepped closer to the window, the reflection of the moon merging with my own.“One queen falls,” I murmured, “a

Zane's POV The castle wouldn’t sleep. Neither could I.The air was wrong tonight—too thick, too charged. The torches along the halls burned low, their flames twitching as though afraid. I could hear whispers behind the stone, faint as breathing, threading through the silence. Every shadow felt alive. Every echo sounded like her voice.Ember.Or what was left of her.I leaned against the wall, dragging a hand down my face. The scent of burning sage still clung to the corridors since her Luna ceremony. It was supposed to cleanse the halls. Instead, it made my skin crawl. I couldn’t shake the image of her standing beside Magnus—her smile too perfect, her eyes too still. It was Ember’s face, but everything behind it was… hollow.My wolf stirred restlessly. Mate… danger… it kept growling. It didn’t know which to follow anymore.Her scent drifted past then—familiar and wrong all at once. Fire and honey, but with something rotting underneath. I followed it before I could think. Down the cor

Zane's POV The Blood Moon had set hours ago, but its curse still clung to the air. Even through the thick morning mist, I could see the faint crimson smear staining the horizon. My head throbbed, my pulse uneven. My wolf paced inside me, restless, snarling at shadows that weren’t there. I swore I’d felt it last night—the moon had cracked. The sound had echoed in my bones, sharp and alive, like something breaking inside me.I dragged my hands over my face, trying to steady my breathing. Every inhale came with her scent—roses and ashes, faint but clinging. Ember. Only it didn’t smell the same anymore. It used to calm me. Now it made my wolf growl, his voice rising in my skull. Mate. Mate. Wrong.The bond between us flickered again, a thread stretched too thin. It used to hum warm and constant under my skin, but now it stuttered, fading, breaking. I clenched my fists. It wasn’t distance. It wasn’t grief. Something was off. Rotten.I was still caught in that thought when Magnus entered t

Ember's POV (Possessed By The Witch)The wine glass slipped through my fingers and shattered against the floor. The red liquid spread fast, a burning stain across the polished wood. For a heartbeat, the hall froze. Every eye turned toward me, and I let the silence stretch, savoring the moment. My smile was slow, deliberate, and I licked a drop from my thumb, letting the smallest flicker of menace ripple through the room. Even Magnus stopped mid-step, eyes wide, chest tightening. “A little accident,” I said softly, voice honeyed but sharp, hiding the storm rolling beneath my skin. Inside, I burned. Someone had dared to tamper with my power, and the thought alone was enough to ignite me.Magnus came forward immediately, concern etched deep in his gaze. His hand brushed mine instinctively as he reached for me. I let it linger, feeling the pulse of his worry thrum against my palm. Then I leaned close, letting my lips brush the shell of his ear, just enough to whisper words infused with ma